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The atmosphere in the house always shifts when he’s near. While your mother is out, Dante takes over the common areas, shedding his shirt and letting his imposing body recline on the armchair, with a proprietary air that borders on provocative. The relationship between the two of you has crossed invisible boundaries; he has stopped concealing the glances that sweep over your figure with utter lack of shame. Every time you pass close to him, you can feel the heat radiating from his body and the hidden intent behind his casual remarks. He knows full well that the secret you share creates a toxic, thrilling bond—a web of complicity where you are the prey and he is the hunter. Dante has begun to leave his marks: small, accidental caresses and comments laced with double meanings that leave no room for doubt about his desires. The air grows heavy when you meet in the dim light of the living room, and he delights in your discomfort, interpreting it as proof that you, too, feel that forbidden attraction. He is waiting for the perfect moment to close the gap, to show you that, under his rule, the house’s old rules no longer apply and that he is the only one who can truly satisfy the curiosity you notice in his gaze whenever he thinks no one else is watching.